Mickey

Mickey part two

As promised, some time later another girl came into the room. She was about 5'11, 160 lbs and completely bald. She was also wearing a dress identical to the one I had been instructed to put on.

She smiled at me.

“Who are you?” I asked. She gave me a funny look and said in a commanding voice “I did not give you permission to speak. Come here, bend over and lift your dress hem”. I did as she commanded, and she proceeded to slap me very hard on the ass. Because I had been whipped there so hard not so long before, it really hurt.

She then said “You are number seventeen. I am number seven. There is an order of seniority here, and you only speak without permission to someone with a higher number than yourself. Do you understand that? You may answer”.

I replied “Yes number seven”.

“That's excellent number seventeen. You are a fast learner”. “Now we must go and meet the master's guest, together with numbers thirteen and fourteen”.

We left the room and walked along a corridor, down an imposing staircase and came to an equally impressive entrance hall. There were two more girls waiting, both wearing identical dresses to those worn by myself and number seven. I said nothing.

Number seven said to me “These are numbers thirteen and fourteen. Thirteen is the one with the red hair. You may introduce yourself to them”.

I went towards the other two girls, still shakily after what I had gone through in the last few hours. I went up to them and said “Hi, I'm Jenny”, then realised I had made a mistake.

Slap! Right across my still very tender breast. Number thirteen said to me “You are number seventeen. That is your name. Any name you used to have is no longer a name. Do you understand. You may answer”.

“Yes number thirteen” I mumbled

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was one of those old fashioned doorbells, the sort that is a real bell, not one of those modern electric things.

Number seven went to the front door, opened it and there stood a short fat balding Arab looking man of about 65 years old. He was certainly not anyone that I would have given a second glance to.

He came into the entrance hallway, took off his outer coat and gave it to number fourteen, who took it and hung it up in a closet. He walked right up to me. “So you are the master's new toy” he said in a funny accent”. “Would you like to be my entertainment for tonight?”

I did not know what to say. The idea of such a man amusing himself with me was repulsive, so I said “No thank you sir. I am feeling tired tonight”.

“That was a wrong answer” came the master's voce from somewhere behind me. The correct answer should have been silence as you had not been given permission to speak, but as you did answer, the next best answer should have been something like ‘It would be my greatest pleasure Sir'”. “You will now be punished for your indiscretions. Do you understand? You may answer number seventeen”.

“Y yes master” I mumbled.

The master proceeded to strip me. That is he took off the red dress “uniform” that all four of us slaves had been wearing. This left me standing stark naked except for the new decorations of nipple rings and rings in my pussy lips that had been applied today and the butt plug still in my ass,

“You will be a table for our guest's drinks and meal today” he ordered. “And if anything gets spilled, you will be severely punished. Now get down on all fours and assume the table position and follow our guest wherever he goes this evening”.

I meekly obeyed.

Number seven then proceeded to bring both the master and our guest very large drinks, with the guest's drink almost brimming over in the glass. The master took his drink and the guest took his and stood it carefully on my back. I was forced to stay very still.

The guest the asked the master for some weights, so that he could have some fun with his table. The master produced two fairly heavy looking weights with clips, but the guest declined saying that they were not heavy enough, and he wanted four anyway.

The master produced four very wicked looking weights as he had been asked. These also had electrical wires running from one weight to another, wired in pairs. The guest quickly clipped two on to my new nipple rings, still holding the weight in his hand and suddenly let them drop. The pain was indescribable on nipples which had been newly pierced today and after the torture that my breasts had already had today, and I jerked from it with inevitable result. The glass on my back spilled some of the liquid in it onto my back and a little ran onto the floor. The master made me lick up the drink on the floor, but left the sticky drink still on my back, making me feel all horrible and messy. It was not easy to lick up he spilled drink, because I had to carefully assume a flat laying position so as not to spill more drink as I did so.

Once the floor was clean again, I assumed the “table” position once more. The pain in my very tender breasts was still extreme. The guest then ordered me to spread my legs whilst he clipped the other two weights onto my pussy rings. This time when he let the weights drop I was ready for it and managed without spilling any of the drink. As the guest started walking around the room inspecting the other three girls, I carefully followed him on all fours making sure that I did not spill any drink again.

The guest saw that I was managing this without too much difficulty so asked the master for a knee spreader bar. The master immediately sent number fourteen to collect this and proceeded to fix it to my knees. This made movement even more difficult as I had to move on all fours with this bar keeping my legs spread open and a drink in a glass on my back. Every time I moved to follow the guest, the weights on my nipples and pussy lips would sway and add to the sensations still in those locations.

After a while, the guest had drunk some of the liquid in his glass, and I was beginning to get the hang of moving about like that without spilling anything. The guest noticed this so immediately asked for his glass to be topped up to the brim once more.

This made my task even more difficult, and when the master saw what was happening, he took a small remote control device and pressed a button on it. Immediately the butt plug in my ass started vibrating. He then pressed another button and an electric shock surged between my nipples. Another button and a shock once more between my pussy lips. Inevitably, I began to tremble and shake with these sensations, which had the result that some more drink was spilled on the floor.

Because of this was that I was once again forced to lick up the spilled drink whilst the guest amused himself looking at my struggles.

After a short while, when the amusement of me struggling to be a table with the sensations of the rings that were tugging on my nipples and pussy lips, yet at the same time emitting occasional electric shocks, and the vibrating butt plug in my ass has passed, the master suggested some different entertainment.

Number fourteen was called, and the master told her to remove her dress and assume the spread table position. When she had done this, he proceeded put the drink on her back. This was easier for her because she did not have the added cumbrance of weights hanging from newly pierced nipples, a vibrating butt plug in her ass and a bar spreading her knees apart.

The master then unclipped the knee spreader bar from me, and told me to stand. He then led me back to the corner of the room where the large “X” was which I had been strapped into so cruelly earlier in the day. He proceeded to strap me back into the X, wrap ropes around my still very tender breasts, and start hauling me up by my breasts. With the electric shocks from the weights still attached to my nipples and pussy lips still surging through my body, I was getting near to panic. He suddenly realised that he would not be able to impale me on that ass plug that was fitted to the X whilst the vibrating butt plug was still in my ass, so he removed this and roughly impaled me again on the first one. The sensation was that of severe pain as the unlubricated plug was forced into my ass. More tension on the ropes around my breasts, and I was again on tiptoe. Yet a few more tugs on another rope, and I had been pulled completely off the ground, hanging here only from my very tender breasts and this vibrating butt plug, but still strapped spreadeagled to this X.

Next number seven appeared with two large candles and proceeded to light them. She silently handed one to the master and one to his guest. As I had not been blindfolded, I could see what was happening, and started to wonder what was coming next.

Crack! It was a whip around my very painful left breast from the guest. I was suspended from them, with new piercings and weights attached, and the weights were somehow giving me occasional electric shocks, and now a whip on them. I nearly passed out with the pain.

Crack! Again on my right breast. Once again I nearly passed out. Then the master brought out a hosepipe and turned a jet of ice cold water onto my face. This helped me to shake some of the weariness out of my brain.

Then onto my tender breasts. The pain was indescribable, and once again I nearly passed out. Back to my face, and then onto my pussy. Wow! What a sensation. Ice cold water, vibrations in my ass, electric shocks in my nipples and pussy lips through the new piercings. Suddenly I felt horny again.

How could this pain make me feel horny? I had no idea, but it seemed to work.

Then I saw what the lighted candles were for. The master and the guest took one each and proceeded to let hot candle wax drip onto my so tender nipples. This was too much and I started to cum. More wax, and I came again. What was happening to me?

Next the master released the ropes that were suspending me from my breasts. The pain surged through them from the returning circulation, but I did have to think about this for long because before I realised it, the X had been swung around and I was now hanging upside down.

Suddenly a large lubricated dildo was gently eased into my juicy pussy. More and more went in until I felt that it would almost split me in two. Then it started vibrating and pulsing. Wow! I started to cum again, but suddenly was brought back to reality whit a whiplash on my pussy. Ouch!

“From now onwards, you will only cum with permission” ordered the master. “And I do not give you permission to cum again tonight. If you do, you will be severely punished”.

How can I stop myself from cumming with these new and wonderful sensations happening to my body? I don't know, but I guess I will have to try.

Then I realised why I had been inverted on this X form. The master and the guest were standing in front of me holding their lighted candles out, and hot wax was being dripped onto my pussy, which was still holding that wonderful huge vibrating dildo. Wow again!

“I must not cum” I thought to myself. Think of anything but these wonderful sensations that are surging through my body.

“Fields on the homestead”

“Laying beside the river, looking at nature and listening to the birds”

“Remembering the plot of my favourite book”

These were the thoughts that I tried to force my mind to remember, but all the time there were these wonderful sensations surging through my body, filling it with pain and pleasure, making me want more and more to cum.

Eventually, I couldn't hold back any more. I came with such force that my whole body shook and I moaned out loud.

Crack! from the whip on my throbbing pussy lips! And again! And again! I lost count of the lashes that I received, but suddenly I was beginning to enjoy them more and more. How was that possible?

How was all this possible? Earlier this evening (or when was it?) I had been having a quiet drink in a bar, and now suddenly all this?

Eventually after all the sensations, the electric shocks, hot wax and everything else, my mind gave up and I guess I must have blacked out.

When I came round again, I was back in my room, laying on my bed. I looked around first at myself, and then at the room.
I was naked under the bedcovers apart from the rings in my pussy lips and nipples.

My breasts, and especially the nipples, were very tender.

Nothing in the room had changed.

What time was it? What day was it? How had I gotten to be in this situation? I then rememberd what I could of it.

How can I get out of here?

Do I want to get out of here?

And then the memories of the wonderful orgasms that I had so recently experienced.

My hand wandered to my so sensitive nipples, forgetting the new rings through them, and accidentally pulling on one as a finger bumped into the ring. Wow! What a sensation. Onto the other nipple with my other hand and away I went again on a pleasure trip.

Then a hand down to my pussy, and I started playing with my clitoris. The sensations were fantastic, but I did not feel like I was “getting anywhere”. A quick tweak on one of the rings through my nipples and suddenly I was cumming again. Wow!

And then I remembered that I had been forbidden to cum without permission. Did anybody know? Would I get away with this one? When would the master use me again?

And suddenly I realised that I did not want to get away from there.

In spite of the pain and humiliation, it was where I really needed to be.